#* ic!

( there’s the beginning of a smile on her face. perhaps it’s not meant to be genuine or particularly fond, but it’s lacking in any sort of patronizing quality. her hands make their way in front of her, settling to intertwine, & she speaks, --- & there it is. that patronizing quality, but at least it’s mostly subtle. )

❛ hello, mr. specter. ❜

( heels click against the tile flooring of the shop, obnoxiously loudly, as though she’s intentionally making that much noise -- & she is. she’s filtering through the racks of clothing, eyes flicking for something that had caught her eye online, but wanted to try before she purchased. & finally, she comes to a point where she thinks she sees it. a hand reaches out, aiming for the hanger that it’s clipped on to. to herself, she smiles. )

❛ finally. ❜

( earth sucks ; the only good thing about it is the oddity of the cases she gets to pick up. so, it’s great to have some time when she’s not on earth. -- but, it’s also great to know where you are, & she doesn’t have that privilege at the moment. she’s lost. how do you get lost on a planet basis? )

❛ fuck. ❜

( there’s a certain sort of apathy on her features ; though, honestly, if one were to carefully examine her expression, it’s more of something forced to be apathetic, because it actually bothers her. & thus, there remains a stilted sort of smile, plastered about her features, & a clip in her voice as she decides to get out of there. ) 

❛ excuse me. ❜ 

( there’s something fairly rude to the way she says that. )

( she might be staring at him. or maybe at the clock somewhat behind his head. regardless, she’s staring at his general direction & maybe, it’s getting a bit weird. --- it’s ... definitely getting a bit weird, but she’s desperately trying to catch the time without having to stare at his forehead. )